Brad Majors stood on the front steps of the Denton High School. Brad was
staring across the grassy lawn, past the "Denton, Home of Happiness" sign
that was directly in front of the main sidewalk, at a small group of girls.
Among them was a certain blond haired, big eyed beauty named Janet Weiss.
Brad was in love with her, he was sure of it. he had thought about nothing
but Janet every day and every night since he had first seen her in Dr. Scotts
refresher course. His heart pounded like a jack hammer when he was near, he
had to cover his crotch with one of his text books if he stared at her for
too long...her every step was poetry in motion, and her every utterance was
like a song from Heaven.
Brad closed his eyes, and imagiend himsefl walking up to her,taking her
hand and walking her away from her best girlfriend Betty Monroe and the rest,
holding that hand and walking with her, carrying her books, and then when
they got to her house he would lean over, closed his eyes, and kiss her...
"..ad? Hey, Brad, you in there?" came an intrusive voice.
"Huh? Oh, hi Ralph," said Brad. His best friend had broken him away from
his rather plesant delusion.
"Still looking at Janet, eh?" said Ralph as he gave Brad a jab in the ribs.
Brad blush and smiled.
"Well, yeah, you know..."
"Why dont you ask her out?" Ralph suggested for the millionth time.
"Oh, she dosent even know Im alive," said Brad.
"Sure she does, look,. here she comes with betty and the other girls. Just
say "Hey Janet, Ive got something to say..." and ask her out."
"Well, o-okay," stammered Brad. He looked up. Janet was walking closer,
closer, up the steps and towards them. She was beautiful.
She was walking right up to him...
"Hey Janet, Ive got something to..."
And walked right past him and into the school.
"...say." said Brad, and he looked down, dejected.
"Well, better luck next time. So long, see you, Brad," said Ralph and we
went into the school as well. He had an attraction to that Monroe girl, and
wanted to ask HER out himself.
Brad looked down at the ground, his heart breaking.
"Dammit, Janet...I love you," he whispered to himself and started the
long, lonely walk home.
He walked down the stairs and towards the sidewalk. he heard the sounhd of
high heeled shoes on concrete, and looked up. Much to his suprise, there was
a woman walking right next to him...a very strange looking woman. She was
dressed in a maids costume, with heeled boots and a run in her stocking. She
carried a feather duster in one hand. Her face was a pasty white, her lips
red, her curled hair a shock of magenta red.
Must be the new drama teacher he had heard about, doing Shakespear or
something.
"Janets a beautiful girl, isnt she Brad?" said the woman.
"Yes," Brad said, and smiled.
"I can help you get her, if you'd like." the woman said, her voice had an
accent. german? Slavic? Ha, Transylvanian or Romanian?
"What makes you think I want her? And how do you know my name?" Brad asked.
"Oh, I happen to know a great deal about a lot of things," she said as they
walked. Brad stopped.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" he said.
"Well, I know that you met Janet in Dr. Scotts refresher course." said the
drama teacher with the white face and red lips.
"Ha, thats easy. What else do you know?"
"I know that you watch her when you think no one is looking," she teased
with a smile.
"Like that's a secret," Brad said and started to walk away. he felt
uncomfortable that this woman knew so much about him, that he had been that
obvious.
"I know other things," said the teacher as she walked to keep up with him.
"Like what? That the sun is hot or that the moon isnt really made of green
cheese?" he teased. The woman,even if she was a teacher, was getting on his
nerves.
"I know that you love Janet Weiss. I know that you want to marry her, that
in your lonley heart you feel that she is the only woman for you, and tht you
go home every night and lay awake in bed with a stuffy thiking about her,
isnt that right Brad?"
"Maybe..." Brad said. Then, "So how do you know all these things?"
The teacher leaned closer.
"Promise you wont tell?" she said.
Brad nodded.
"Because Im the Devil," she hissed in his ear, and leaned back to watch
his reaction.
Brad was silent for a moment and said,
"the devil? For what, "Damned Yankess" or "The Devil and Daniel Webster?" I
dont have time for school plays, I have to go."
"No, Brad, Im for real! I AM the devil! Satan, evil incarnate, the Price of
Darkness...well, PrinCESS, anyway.SAnd I cant grant you Janet, or any other
wish you want! Come on, try me! The first one is for free!"
Brad was getting REALLY anoyed by now.
"Okay, I wish I ddnt have to walk home, I wish I had a limo to pick me up."
"Easiest thing in the world," said the woman, and just then a long black
limo pulled up. A man got out, a balck man in a dark suit and dark subgless
and goatee mustache (yes, this is Rufus Collins, the guy that drove Ralphs
car in RH at the wedding scene!), and opened the door for Brad.
"Well, come on, "said the teacher as she got in first.
"Is this YOUR car?" Brad asked. The teachers hand shot out, grabbed him by
the wrist, and pulled him in.
The car drove off.
Brad sat in the back of the car-things were moving too fast! Fisrt he
humiliated himself in front of Janet, then this nutty drama coach tells him
that she is the devil, and now he's sutting in the back of a limo!
"So, shall we get down to business?" asked the teacher. She held out her
hand, and Brad shook it.
"Whats your name?" asked Brad.
"I have many names, but you can call me Magenta."
"Magenta?" Brad asked. He never heard of a woman named after a color before.
"You would prefer Lucifer? Legion? Beelebulb?"
"Magenta is fine," said Brad. he looked out the window, and was shocked,
They had only been driving for a few monets yet he was in a part of town that
he didnt recognize.
"So whats this..business you mentioned?" Brad ask, expecting her to ask him
to donate time or money to the drama car washing event oir something else.
"Standard contract, really. You get seven wishes-anything you want-and in
exchange I get you soul."
"Uh huh...I think this is where I get off," said Bras as he reached for the
door...and saw that his side had no lock, handle, or knob. He was trapped.
"Oh, we can talk about the details overa drink...here we are."
"Here? Where?" asked Brad. All he saw was abvroup of people outside of what
looked like a night club. There was a huge "DV8" sign in Neon over the door.
"Where?" Magenta laghed. "Why, we are where all your friends are!" She
gigled, got out, and went to open Brads door. When Brad got out, the crowd
swarmed!
"Brad!" "Over hear, Brad!" "Oh my God, its BRAD!"
Everyone was calling his name as they walked into the club. Women threw
themselves at him, men smiled and shook his hands, the door staff called him
"Sir" and moved the red velvet ropes for him, security clear a path, waiters
and waitresses ran up with drinks for him,and all the time everyone was
calling his name, hugging him...he had never had so much attention at one
time before from so many people before in his life. MKagenta still had a grip
on his wrist, and pulled him along,m thru the sea of admirers, until, she
came to a plain, unmarked door and puled him in, away from the crowd.
It was an office, a huge office, decorated in a fashion that was straight
out of a b horror film: the ceiling was painted with clouds, there were two
paintings of the Mona Lisa (both very oversized),a few pastry tables with
cakes on them, and sticking out of the cakes were flags of all the nations.
There was a juke box, and palm trees, and lights strewn about the place...and
in the center was what looked oike a Kings throne...and Magenta sat right on
it.
"So, down to business. have a seat, Brad," she said. Brad saw that there
was a small chair in front of the throne. he sat.
"Now, ready to sign?" Magenta snapped her fingers and a huge contract fell
from nowhere, right onto Brads crotch.
"WHOOF!" said Brad in more suprise than pain.
"Sorry, just force of habit," said the grinning woman. "Now, if you just
sign the bottom line of the last page we can get down to business," she said
and handed Brad a pen.
"Umm, I think this has gone just a little too far Miss..Magenta. Now, if
you dont mind, I really have to get going.." Brad styarted to get up.
"You still dont belive me, do you?" said Magenta, and she grinned like a
snake.
"How about I prove it to you?"
"Go aheadf, but then Im leaving," said Brad as he sat back.
"Fair enough." Magenta stood up and walked tyo the center of the small
stage that the throne was on. She waited until she had Brads full attention,
and snapped her fingers.
POOF! The stench of brimstone and sulpher filled the room-Brad wanted to
wretch. it stank! But when he saw what was in the smoke cloud as it
dissapaited made him forget all about what his nostrils were smelling:
The woman was no longer there. Insted, in her place, was a ...devil!
It was six feet tall, with red skin and no hair above the waist. Below the
waits it was all hair, and goats hooves, and a long, pointed tail. Its nailed
were claws, its teeth were fangs, and iot looked at him with sadistic
pleasure.
"If this isnt good enough, we always have...this!" Magenta snapped her
fingers again, and there was more smoke, and now the same demon was dressed
in a top hat and tails, a stereotypical "gentlemans demon".
"But I prefer..this." she snapped her fingeres again, and was Magenta again.
Brad was on his knees in front of her. His eyes were wide, he coud=ldnt
catch his breath. His face was white with fear.
"You...your a...your the..the..." Brad stammered.
"Devil?" Magenta asked.
"Y-yeah," said Brad.
"Hmm,yes Brad. Now, sit. And sign the contract."
Brad got up, and he was frightened. Horrified. Terrified.
"You! YOU WANT MY SOUL!" Brad said in fear and started to back away.
Magenta rolled her eyes up. They always got so annoying when they reached
this point in negotiations.
"In exchange for seven wishes, and thats a fair bargain. Ask anyone."
"No! NO! What cold you possible offer that would be worth my SOUL?!?" BRad
was near panic...but that was okay. Magenta knew how to calm him down. he was
hooked, all she needed to do was reel him in.
"How about this?" Magenta snapped her fingers again, and the far wal turned
into a huge television screen...and Janet was on it!
She was dressed in a pink dress, white hat, and black shoes. He held a
bouquet in her hand, and stood in front of a church. There was a man there, a
man who had given her an engagement ring, a man that was singing to her...
And it was him. HIM.
Magenta smiled. Oh, we was hooked alright.
Brad watched himself as he proclaimed his love for her, followed her into
a church, knlet with her and gave her a kiss as she said that she loved him
in return...
Brads vision on the screen turned to him and said,
"Sign the contract Brad,"
Janet then turned to him and said,
"Sign the contract Brad," and went back to kissing Brad.
"Sign the contract,Brad," said Magenta as she placed the pen gently in his
hand...and without even looking at the paper, he signed on the bottom line.
"Wonderful!" chimed Magenta. "Now, lets get to your wishes!"
To be continued...

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